Fang Huai, in his eyes, was already part of the wealthy landlord class.
Fifty years earlier, Hao Chengbin would have stood on the table and roared, "Down with imperialist capitalism!"
But now, nobody spoke, and the sound from the TV drama was exceptionally clear.
"Erkang, don't you think that what you just said was too much?"
"Yes."
On the TV drama, Ziwei (blushing face), "But I really like your excessiveness!"
Fang Huai (face all wrinkled), "Eh... (Henan accent), what a bastard!"
He quickly switched the channel.
Fang Huai and Hao Chengbin's awkwardness was shattered by a shiver of disgust, and they simultaneously began to roll up their sleeves to smooth down their goosebumps.
"That, forget about the song, I can't afford it."
Hao Chengbin snapped back to reality and immediately began to renege on the deal; his previously awesome demeanor had vanished.
However, Fang Huai chuckled and said, "Just kidding! Squad leader, I already had it prepared!"
